The Peerless Kobold (WN)

It should also be noted that when competing for the capture of small warcraft, there is also the idea of Adelia, whose character and financial strength are among his strengths, and Azrite is not allowed to join the three Deakbell family samurai and escorts he has brought.

Muriel, all concerned, arrives at the morning table with his mother, glimpsing a little bit of the bread he holds with his hands like a small animal, glimpsing through the window that is causing the sun to plunge into the dining room.

Silver-haired archers and Deakbell family members, already accompanied by foxes, had gone all over the city to capture the Lesser Bankle.

"Do you care, Muriel?

"Hmm, that's..."

Hmm, and a small nod, Adelia sips the soup of the little turnip and Carrot, recalling the official Guild record of the Valiant Crusade sent to her collaborator, Mirea, using the usual round trip dove.

The documents received also contained fragments about Lord Archer (Archer), whom his daughter had brought.

(Crusade for several variants, including two Kingsguard species...)

If you look at the facts behind it, it can be said that it is beneficial to take him in for the noble family, who can sometimes be at the forefront of demonic anomalies, banditry crusades, and conflicts.

The late (and therefore), at the moment, Adelia was beginning to think that it was okay to either succeed the Deakbell family, the valiant archer, or catch the Lesser Bankle.

(No matter how you fall, it won't be a bad story...)

Muriel's position is that if Archer doesn't win the competition by catching the intended warcraft, he will be buried in the outer moat and engaged to Azrite, and soon he will not be married.

(Ugh, I'm curious, I don't know what breakfast tastes like.)

One. Even though she's rubbing her mind, Archer at heart says...

At an outdoor store on the market, I was feeding my little fox sister, who had just sat on the tabletop, Verheim's specialty with a dedicated fork, a fat sausage and a sautéed vanilla butter.

"Kruwoah, vooruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Oh, it's delicious to have just a livestock town..."

I'm asking for the same thing and eating it, but a certain amount of vanilla that I don't dislike buzzes my appetite, and the gravy stained during the sautéing process goes hand in hand with the richness of the butter as an exceptionally delicious sauce.

It seemed worth the priority given to consuming precious time and satisfying hunger when I was hungry.

Well, I don't have time to eat slowly, so I'll finish my meal quickly and take a simple outdoor seat while I hit the tongue drum.

"Gouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Kww!! (Yup!!)"

After a vigorously ringing fox descended on the cobblestone and cummed his nose tip to sniff out the cluttered fragrance that was dispersed in the wind, he walked out of the street tokotoko looking for a little warcraft.

Then, after repeatedly stopping on a mixed street corner with various smells and wandering for about a moment sharpening his consciousness, his sister's gaze is drawn to the gap in the building across a wide street.

"Uku?"

"Kuku?"

Tilt his little neck and stared, something puppy-sized squirrel-like peeked into his face from the narrow spot, similarly tilted his little neck and shook his fox-like tail, making some loving squeal.

"Huh, let it bounce, wind bounce!!

Although my reaction to some dusty sight was delayed for only a moment, I realized it was the target of capture, and I immediately protruded my magically caged right arm and fired a wind bomb with the minimum of force necessary considering it was all over the city.

"Kww!?

It should also be said that the wild inquiry, reacting to a mass of highly compressed air, the Lesser Bankle quickly pulled his head in and blew a wind bullet, instantly turning his heel back and fleeing to the back.

"Wow!! (Leave it to me!!)"

"Wow, wow, wow."

At first, she explained “Plaster Disease” to her sister beforehand, but cautioned the back of the fox who follows her prey and dives into the gap, and this one rushes through the alley on the sidelines.

Once again, I go out onto the boulevard, sew between people to capture the two sickening figures, and I slowly pack the distance between them as I wrap a whirlwind of magical origin around my legs to increase my speed...

Just around that time, the Deakbell family faces focused on places with eyewitness examples, where Azrite, also a mage, narrowed his range to a radius of 30-40 m, attempting a method of exploration against the Warcraft to scrutinize magic reactions by deploying a faint net of magic.

The arithmetic of capturing the Lesser Bankle with the invisible probe network he spins, surrounding and driving everyone... but the burden of the presupposing procedure is plain heavy.

"Oh, fine, don't get tired..."

"I'm sorry, Master Azrite, if only I could use magic..."

Though the samurai's daughter, who cut all her colored hair with her shoulders, spins her words remorsefully, she is returned with a soft smile from the Lord who took it.

"I don't care if you're too frightened, Rain."

"Mmm, so what?

"I guess it's normal and good"

All right, I'll do it right.

Ultimately, Rain's father, who nodded seriously, serves as Deakbell's family order, and her younger girlfriend, who has been dating since childhood, is like a sister to Azrite.

(A little sturdy is flawed in the balls...)

Shortly after he secretly laughed bitterly in his heart and walked out telling everyone that there had been no reaction from the Warcraft, one of the escorts put two small shadows running from the other side of the street in his sight.